Madoka is just weak. So weak. There's no way she can remain straightfaced while dealing with any kind of teasing, let alone this very personal kind. Giving her any sort of compliment can already be enough to fluster the girl at times, let alone actually calling her something like that.
Her cheeks are slowly turning the same shade as her hair, and she quickly moves her hands up to cover them, as if in shame.
"Ah, um, n-no need to call me that.. But.." Hang on for a second, she's trying to sort out her flustered thoughts enough to try and form a coherent explanation. "Well, as I remember it, you.. you didn't get to Mitakihara until Mami-san was.. um."
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Madoka is just weak. So weak. There's no way she can remain straightfaced while dealing with any kind of teasing, let alone this very personal kind. Giving her any sort of compliment can already be enough to fluster the girl at times, let alone actually calling her something like that.
Her cheeks are slowly turning the same shade as her hair, and she quickly moves her hands up to cover them, as if in shame.
"Ah, um, n-no need to call me that.. But.." Hang on for a second, she's trying to sort out her flustered thoughts enough to try and form a coherent explanation. "Well, as I remember it, you.. you didn't get to Mitakihara until Mami-san was.. um."